pure heresy : poetry : 1995

my senior year in high school. i wouldn't call it a good year.

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sleepwalk
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decibel minus
generation "what the fuck will we call them?"
dream state

sleepwalk a chill wind at my neck the house stands before me i shiver from both the cold and the apprehension i don't know what awaits me but i know i will go inside i must keep the appointment i hesitate then walk on through the deserted grounds past derelict scaffolding from a long-abandoned restoration job through unkempt gardens towards the dilapidated manor house i don't want to be here i wish only to be somewhere, anywhere else than this 23-4-95 heretic@gil.com.au

[untitled] A fragmented mind A shattered humanity Held together by strands of sanity Ideas unbidden Escape from the mind Letting him see where once he was blind This is the world In which he lives With all the rewards imagination gives This is the world More people should know This is a place more people should go Maybe these cracks In the ice of humanity Are the true source of man's personality heretic [Revolt]

FADE TO BLACK Drifting through life Out of control But conscious Freewheeling past reality Dodging problems Responseless Play the tape again Thinking about pressure Look for answers Always being cool But mostly just trying Never admitting That we still haven't got a clue What it's all about... heretic [Revolt]

DECIBEL MINUS The night is cool... A breeze stirs, from nothing to nowhere The rod on the blinds taps gently Against the light metal foils The DJ and a new band Sit chatting in the corner of the room Their warm voices strange company Music; drum beat and guitar Singer quietly talks to me Watch beeps and a dog in the distance barks A lonely call of a bored Rottweiler Grandfather clock ticking in the hall Tap talk beat riff sing beep bark tick Tock tick tock tick tock... Cacophany so quiet Riot so sweet 4-10-95 ---------------- Heretic [Revolt]

generation "what the fuck will we call them?" violence pressure love hate ANGER sadness make the decision NOW get it done yesterday SOCIETY it's in your face you want to fight it the pain the anger the PRESSURE builds up you want to break to SNAP let it out you CAN'T society forbids it of your generation don't be BEATEN go on its called human spirit... fist slam smoke drag heart BREAK bottle pull cold hot nothing in between but an endless SHADE of grey fine line don't rock the boat keep your head DOWN hurt pain DYING a thousand deaths inside as people take endless SHOTS at you because they're SCARED of you and themselves even more screw them they're IGNORANT don't let them get to you... industrial thrash techno ALTERNATIVE suddenly defined into a LABELLED niche by those who don't KNOW what they are anyway and THEY tell us what to do to succeed even though they don't know how we MEASURE success us the labelled next GENERATION of disillusionment the JILTED generation of prodigy brutal reality SUICIDAL generation of cobain... -------------------- ------------------------ --------- | heretic@gil.com.au | dedicated to all of us | '94/'95 | -------------------- ------------------------ ---------

DREAM STATE through fields of pink marshmallows and piles of crystal sand, I rode on magic pillows through a strange enchanted land the flowers chatted quietly and the birds all called my name things acted a little differently as if my eyes were a picture frame a purple sky loomed overhead and the air smelled like perfume and a dog shaped like a loaf of bread was eating an ostrich plume my body was a full balloon as I flew along the road and I knew it would be over soon as a skeletal rooster crowed so I ran on through this magic place enjoying all the sights but gradually I slowed my pace as I approached a set of lights they illuminated the road ahead in a warm inviting glow and a cricket on my shoulder said "come on, it's time to go" so I walked on to the lighted patch and looked slowly all around and all at once I realised that there was not a single sound I looked around in mute surprise as the enchantment whirled away and I woke to see the sunrise light up a normal day. 19-12-95 heretic.revival/oOze Time to ring this Jolt hotline, I think ;)